~n8ac!Ul of lla•k.
Oua&lJB, with bia lute, made treea,
And the mounlain-topa that freeze,
Bow themeelvee when be did sing;
To his mtJJJic plant& Nld ftowen
Ever sprung--48 eun and ahowel"'
There h&d made a la.ating spring.'J:very tbJng that beard blm pla.y,
Even the billowa of the aea,
Bung their heade, and then lay by.
In sweet music ia such a.rt,
Killing care and grief of heart-
Fall aaleep, or, hearing, die!
SB.AO:SPUB!t.BiUagr §tU•.
Tans is in sonia a sympathy with aouuds 1
.And as the mind is pit1:h'd the ear is pleased,
With meltin~ airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord m unioon with wh~t wo hoar
u touch'd withiu ue, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interv11.ls upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud ag,.in, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, 1<11 the gale comes on I
Wi~h easy force it opens all the cells
Wbere Memory alept. Wberever I have beard
.A. kindred melody, the ecene recure,
.And with it all its p16118urell and ita paine.
ConE a..
'b.e fod't J.ong of tQt Jo11l.
TaB human eoul, like eweeteet lyre,
Swept a.lt night long by fairy ftngal"'l,
Impulses thought& like jewel'd fire,
While slumber on th• eyelids tingel"'l